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#9 (2/2)

...leaving Sana at the table with her ex, not being sure if she should feel worse for Mina or for herself.

"So it seems as if we were left all by ourselves, Babygirl." Okay, at least Sana didn't have to wonder about that anymore. She had it definitely worse.

"It would have been hot hearing that from anyone else here in this room. But from you it's just creepy." Sana crossed her legs over elegantly while Marks gaze wandered over the faces of old, wrinkled people who were sipping coffee and red wine.

Then, he chuckled lightly. "Okay, that was mean."

The other one couldn't restrain a small smirk while answering. "yeah okay, maybe it was. But come on, as if it was my grandma's idea to invite you here. She might be hating me but that much? Come on, I do not deserve that."

As her ex grinned, two of his dimples became visible. Sana had to admit that the breakup had not damaged him by looks at all. He was still handsome and had that kind of cheek in his facial expressions and talking that used to drive her so crazy. "You might not believe it but I do also have better things to do than sitting in a flowered living room in between of pensioners just to see your bitchy face."

Sana rolled her eyes at what he had just said but she had to admit that he was somehow right. She clicked her tongue disapprovingly while changing the subject abruptly. "So how is your family?"

Sana couldn't help but still admiring the friendly relationship, Mark had with his mom and his sister that he grew up with. It was more than obvious how much he cared about his family.

"Well, Nayeon is doing great. She has been quite busy lately though. But like damn, I am so proud of her. Running an own business at that age is more than impressive."

Sana nearly melted as she saw how his eyes sparkled while talking about his older sister. But she still somehow managed to keep her blank facial expression. "I wish you were a bit more like Nayeon. If that was the case, there would be at least one cool and interesting person here."

"You won't believe how often I hear that. Be as successful as your sister! Why can't you be as clever as her? It's like that all the time." Marks voice sounded nearly sad and Sana immediately felt bad for having contributed to that. Especially since she knew too well how it was to always be compared and considered as not good enough. Mostly by her grandma.

But the compassion disappeared as he leaned closer towards her to take two bowls of soup from an old lady who smiled at both of them conspiratorially. "You still use the perfume I got you." He lifted his hand and touched the spot on her neck where she used to put her perfume on softly with the back of his hand.

Sana pushed him off. "There are not many of them but one positive thing about you is your talent and taste when it comes to scents and perfumes. So yeah, I still wear it." Mark looked nearly satisfied but let his gaze wander around the table while bringing his chopsticks to his mouth.

"That one is fine though." He nodded towards Mina who was sitting quietly at the side of the table, slightly bent over her politics homework while one individual strand of her shoulder long, dark hair slid into her face in patches so that she wiped it behind her ear with an elegant movement. Sana had to admit that she looked gorgeous. Especially since the typical, golden autumn light lighted up her face in such a smooth and beautiful way.

"Don't you dare even saying a word to her." Her voice was quiet but unambiguously sharp. "I can nearly visually imagine all those slutty girls standing in line in front of your apartment. Leave her out of that." Mark only responded with a lift of his right eyebrow. "Now we're getting personal. Just say that you're jealous."

Sana felt as if the red wine that she had been sipping was stuck in her throat so that she had to cough a few times which attracted the attention of some old people around her who eagerly tapped on her back to help her. "Jealous? That's not the point at all!"

As Mark didn't answer but just kept looking at her with an amused facial expression, she clicked her tongue. "How can someone be so self-centered and stupid? Honestly"

"This conversation is just so ridiculous. Can you maybe stop being that overdramatic?" As Sana didn't answer immediately, Mark continued while putting his unfinished bowl of soup on the table in annoyance. "I just said she's hot and that's it but as always you need to make such a big deal out of it." He had raised his voice a little which caused the people sitting around them to look at both of them accusingly.

To distract herself from the sudden anger that she was feeling, Sana looked outside of the window, once again being surprised about how quickly it dawned in late October. Additionally, the weather seemed to have adapted to her mood and the greyish sky gave her the shivering feeling of loneliness mixed up with a pinch of anger suddenly. She really didn't feel like arguing in that moment.

Moreover, it felt nearly scary to her how easily herself and her mood were affected by the weather, even more when she was not feeling well anyways. And so, her bubbly and literally sunshine personality that she usually was known for would be easily blown away by the cold wind or covered by the dark, nearly threatening clouds.

Sana's fingers clasped the back of the chair that she was sitting on and when she pulled her attention back to the filled living room, she realized that Mina tried to make eye contact with her to make sure that she was okay.

Voices were becoming too loud, the sounds of people talking gave her the feeling of being fully encircled and observed. She suddenly started shaking and tried putting her bowl filled with soup back on the table but somehow managed to push it over. Soup flew over the white tablecloth nearly elegantly and the old people sitting around her leaped to their feet.

Sana wasn't sure if it was her grandma's or her own inner voice that seemed to come from far away and stated nearly gleefully "Oh, and that's my granddaughter how we know her. Can't you just stop being clumsy for once, Sana?"

Mark at the same time, kept sitting and observed how Sana increasingly started panicking because of the people running towards her to clean the table. Soup and noodles were running down his leg and ruined the expensive looking jeans but he didn't even seem to realize.

Sana backed away from an old lady who tried to pass her a napkin and her knees trembled visibly. In the meantime, it had completely dawned outside. Additionally, it had started raining and the raindrops hitting the glass of the window façade seemed to drum an uncomfortable kind of rhythm.

"I think, I need to go." Sana's words were more similar to a hoarse whisper than to an actual statement. She stood up from her chair and everything went black for a second, then she pushed some old people out of the way to get outside since the air felt too thick to breathe suddenly.

Right before she reached the glass door that led to the prettily arranged garden, she felt Mark holding her hand tightly for a few seconds before she broke away from him and stumbled outside. Only after a few seconds, she noticed that her right hand was tightly wrapped around a small piece of paper.

That was the moment in which she realized how heavily it was actually raining and that she had literally no idea how to get home. Next time, she told herself, she would keep her jacket with the car key in her left pocket close to herself to grab in case of a sudden escape.